In article >,
Kathleen > wrote:

> Omelet wrote:
> > In article >,
> > Kathleen > wrote:
> >
> >
> >>I love herding breeds. Gotta watch them around little kids, though. If
> >>they don't have sheep or cattle to herd they'll gladly make due with
> >>children and neither the children nor their parents will be happy about it.
> >
> >
> > Too true. My BC herds cars, fortunately from within the fence line.
> >
> >
> >>My border collies try to herd the cats at the stable. Talk about
> >>frustration... And then poor Zane was checking out the north end of a
> >>southbound kitty, got scratched across the nose and screamed like a
> >>little girl. Now when we go to the farmer's co-op, the resident cats
> >>come over and stare at him through the glass door and he gets all
> >>freaked out and clingy and tries to hide behind my knees. I swear they
> >>can smell fear.
> >
> >
> > Sorry but that's just too funny. ;-)
>
> It is funny but yesterday was even better.
>
> First, some background info: My daughter taught Scully and Zane to "Pup
> Up". In Scully's case this involves turning broadside to the handler
> and sort of levitating into your arms. Back end and front end rise
> simultaneously and it's reflexive to just reach out and catch her, even
> if you're not expecting it. She's so relaxed and graceful that it's
> like having a feather pillow tossed at you.
>
> Zane is a different matter. Only ten pounds heavier but much bigger,
> bonier and about twice as fast; he feels like he's made of bungie cords
> and antlers. Catching Zane is like having a duffle bag full of hammers
> thrown at you. I discourage this particular trick with him. But a
> border collie never forgets.
>
> So we're at the co-op and that one really nasty black cat follows a
> customer in through the glass door. Zane and I are following the
> manager back to scout out the feed buckets, round the corner and come
> face-to-face with the damned cat.
>
> And, in full sight of the staff, my big, tough flyball champion border
> collie squeals and hurtles skyward into the arms of the nearest human,
> who just happened to be the manager. Now this is a big guy, probably
> 6'3", close to 300 pounds and I have to give him props for actually
> making the catch, but it rocked him and he nearly fell over.
>
> I thought the old guy behind the counter was going to pee in his
> overalls and the boy was alternating between laughing and lamenting the
> fact that he never has his cell phone when he needs it.
>
> We paid for our feed bucket and our 40 pounds of Diamond Dog Food (Adult
> Maintenance formula for the off-season) and as we were skulking off into
> the sunset, the entire scenario was being re-enacted for the guys from
> the warehouse. Glad we could brighten their day...
>
> Wussy dog.

<snicker>

Thanks for sharing that. ;-D

I needed a good laugh after my fourth Airrosti treatment this morning.
He went after some deeply damaged hip muscles. I have bruises, but it's
worth it as it restored long lost function.
--
Peace! Om

I find hope in the darkest of days, and focus in the brightest. I do not judge the universe. -- Dalai Lama